Late-night (and some daylight) ramblings

I had to use something to draw my attention away from the lifesize cutout of Doc that was already there.

 

Man, it bugs me when people hide behind their handles so they can constantly shred people.

 

I apologize.

 

Nah, Whitlock.

 

Who's that and where?

 

Yeah, he and a few others, too.

 

I'd like to use my real name on here, but I say stupid shit sometimes, so it's best that I don't.

 

To bed for Flash ... been one bitch of a weekend.

 

Is your bed as comfy as spup's? I wonder...

 

I'm in a good mood because I'm entering ... knock on wood ... my three easiest weeks of the year. Now watch State U. coach get in some scandal and fuck up my only down time of the year. This should be my most relaxing time in the past 18 months. Starting Thursday, I'm going to New York, then to see the family, then Charleston hopefully. Nothing needs to happen on my beat. So keep your fingers crossed for me. I need this.

I think I'm gonna watch a movie/pass out. It's been real ... something.

 

As they say back home, 'preciate cha.

 

So, I just told Raineydianne that I was going to take funny pictures of her and send them to those of you that I told she was hot last night. She said, "Do it, I'll never meet any of them." I told her you all would be at Doc and my wedding and she said, "Will they wear nametags that say 'Flash' and 'Buckweaver'?" It was fucking hillarious.

The end.